Memories
Jim Croswell

One of the memories that I hold dear was a situation between my four year old daughter and her grandmother, who had offered to baby sit the children. After getting the three kids washed, she gave them each a large slice of homemade bread with peanut butter and an over abundance of strawberry jam. Next came the story telling. She then gave them each a hug and a kiss and saw to it that they said their little prayers.

Later, as she sat at the table, she got to thinking, "Maybe those kids are right, I am getting on in years, it is time this old girl goes to bed as well. But I got to get down on my knees even if is hard to get back up."

Apparently she did not hear the patter of little feet. The four year old granddaughter tiptoed up to the doorway and took in all she saw. Even at that age she knew enough not to interrupt someone, especially at prayers. Upon getting up, grandmother saw the child standing in the doorway with a puzzled look on her face. She looked at her and asked "What's wrong my little one?"

"Me need jink, lots of cookies too."

Grandmother told her, "The floor is cold! Get into Grandma's bed."

She went for the milk and cookies. As grandma sat at the foot of the bed she saw that the child was still puzzled about something, she asked, "What do you wish to know?"

"Oh grandma! How come you wave your fingers around in front of your face'? Gee grandma, I scared you poke your eyes out! You want God to hear you'? Look up in the sky where he lives. Call him, Yoo Whoo God, it is me Grandma, we need to talk."

Grandma told us later that at first she was hurt, but when the little one's eyes welled up and the tears came, she just held her close. She said that when we got home she heard us come in, although the wife found them both asleep in each others arms!

Somehow the wife and I got blamed for this as she looked at my twelve year old sister-in- law with a big grin on her face and told her, "If you marry a Protestant, I will hit you along side your empty head with my twelve inch cast iron frying pan!"

My Mother
Mary McGinnis

I have a very special mother, who is intelligent. When I see her, I help her with everything. Although she is getting old, she works very hard. I love her fondly and will always have her memories.

My First School
Richard Tomkow

My first school was in St. Paul, Alberta. I started at age seven. Also, I was singing at New Hope School in St. Paul, Alberta.